The Adams Women Even though elementary school and middle school seems like it was an eternity ago, I can remember almost every memory like it was yesterday. I remember walking into room 110 in Noxon Road Elementary School and meeting Mrs. Adams, my first grade teacher, for the very first time on the first day of school. She is most influential teacher I have had, not only within those beginning nine years of my academic career, but also my entire schooling thus far.
Mrs. Adams taught us the typical first grade lessons: how to share, be kind to others, treat others the way you want to be treated, read, write, simple math, how to write short stories, etc. What she did though was much more than what any project or grade could show. She taught each of us how to be a sweet, understanding person through example; she was the most kind-hearted teacher I have known.
Although I had her back in first grade, she remained a steady presence in my life for years after that. Throughout my elementary school years, I would visit Mrs. Adams in her classroom with her new students to check up on what she was doing and what her class was learning. In fifth grade, I would sometimes go into her classroom during my lunch and do the lesson with the current first graders because I loved spending time with her and I loved the example she set.
When I went to middle school, my mom went back to work and would have to leave my sister and I alone over the summer. My mom hated doing that, so she emailed Mrs. Adams asking if she knew anyone who would be willing to babysit every day while she was working. Mrs. Adams immediately told my mom her daughter, Jess Adams, would love the job. Jess watched us everyday for two summers in a row while she was a student at SUNY Albany working on her accounting major. Jess, just like her mother, was a very kind and patient woman. She was the most influential caregiver outside of my family that I have had within my life. I thought of her as a big sister.
The summers that Jess watched us, we did all sorts of activities together. We went to the local lake, went shopping, did crafts and my favorite- went to Mrs. Adams’ house to visit her and play with their new chocolate lab puppy. While we went over to the Adams household, I got to catch up with my favorite teacher despite the fact that I didn’t get to see her everyday during the school year. I loved being around both the Adams women- they were kind, patient, understanding, relatable and smart. As I was getting older, I found that I had more things in common with them and I decided that I wanted to be like them as I matured.
Jess graduated from Albany and stopped watching us over the summer. My sister moved up to middle school and I stopped having chances to see my favorite teacher. I tried to keep in touch every once in a while, but it just wasn’t the same to talk over emails instead of seeing her eyes light up when I surprised her. However, in my senior year of high school, I became a nanny and the youngest girl I watched (Tara) was in elementary school at Noxon Road. Every other Friday, I had to pick her up from her girl scouts meeting after school. While she was in the meeting, I went up to Mrs. Adams classroom to chat with her when I could. I would tell her about my life, how applying to college was going, and how school was; she would offer her opinions, give me advice about this issue or that, and fill me in on what was going on with her and Jess’ lives.
I am so fortunate to have both Mrs. Adams’ and Jess’ presence in my life even if they were not constantly near me. I never would have guessed how influential a teacher would have been on my life when I met her at six years old. Both Mrs. Adams and Jess have remained a steady part of my life even though we each grow and change as the years go on. I plan on keeping it that way as I go through college, as Jess moves to Texas, and as Mrs. Adams continues teaching. I value their opinions and trust what they have taught me, whether it be directly in school or indirectly by just setting a good example and by being a role model for a young girl.
Even though elementary school and middle school seems like it was an eternity ago, I can remember almost every memory like it was yesterday. I remember walking into room 110 in Noxon Road Elementary School and meeting Mrs. Adams, my first grade teacher, for the very first time on the first day of school. She is most influential teacher I have had, not only within those beginning nine years of my academic career, but also my entire schooling thus far.
Mrs. Adams taught us the typical first grade lessons: how to share, be kind to others, treat others the way you want to be treated, read, write, simple math, how to write short stories, etc. What she did though was much more than what any project or grade could show. She taught each of us how to be a sweet, understanding person through example; she was the most kind-hearted teacher I have known.
Although I had her back in first grade, she remained a steady presence in my life for years after that. Throughout my elementary school years, I would visit Mrs. Adams in her classroom with her new students to check up on what she was doing and what her class was learning. In fifth grade, I would sometimes go into her classroom during my lunch and do the lesson with the current first graders because I loved spending time with her and I loved the example she set.
When I went to middle school, my mom went back to work and would have to leave my sister and I alone over the summer. My mom hated doing that, so she emailed Mrs. Adams asking if she knew anyone who would be willing to babysit every day while she was working. Mrs. Adams immediately told my mom her daughter, Jess Adams, would love the job. Jess watched us everyday for two summers in a row while she was a student at SUNY Albany working on her accounting major. Jess, just like her mother, was a very kind and patient woman. She was the most influential caregiver outside of my family that I have had within my life. I thought of her as a big sister.
The summers that Jess watched us, we did all sorts of activities together. We went to the local lake, went shopping, did crafts and my favorite- went to Mrs. Adams’ house to visit her and play with their new chocolate lab puppy. While we went over to the Adams household, I got to catch up with my favorite teacher despite the fact that I didn’t get to see her everyday during the school year. I loved being around both the Adams women- they were kind, patient, understanding, relatable and smart. As I was getting older, I found that I had more things in common with them and I decided that I wanted to be like them as I matured.
Jess graduated from Albany and stopped watching us over the summer. My sister moved up to middle school and I stopped having chances to see my favorite teacher. I tried to keep in touch every once in a while, but it just wasn’t the same to talk over emails instead of seeing her eyes light up when I surprised her. However, in my senior year of high school, I became a nanny and the youngest girl I watched (Tara) was in elementary school at Noxon Road. Every other Friday, I had to pick her up from her girl scouts meeting after school. While she was in the meeting, I went up to Mrs. Adams classroom to chat with her when I could. I would tell her about my life, how applying to college was going, and how school was; she would offer her opinions, give me advice about this issue or that, and fill me in on what was going on with her and Jess’ lives.
I am so fortunate to have both Mrs. Adams’ and Jess’ presence in my life even if they were not constantly near me. I never would have guessed how influential a teacher would have been on my life when I met her at six years old. Both Mrs. Adams and Jess have remained a steady part of my life even though we each grow and change as the years go on. I plan on keeping it that way as I go through college, as Jess moves to Texas, and as Mrs. Adams continues teaching. I value their opinions and trust what they have taught me, whether it be directly in school or indirectly by just setting a good example and by being a role model for a young girl.